”I smiled, “I truly prefer what we did together - slow, gentle, and loving.”“Are you sure?”“Positive. Is there something you wanted to do,...besides what we did?”“No. Would you make love to me one last time?”“Yes, of course.”We stood up, undressed, and got into bed. We exchanged a soft French kiss, and then I shifted so I could suckle her lovely breasts, and awhile later, between her legs to I could enjoy the flavor and feel of her plump labia and tight tunnel with my lips and tongue. When she’d. “Oh hi, hun...” you could hear mumble from the phone. “What do you mean, you can't make it home to dinner?” That didn't sound good. She sound upset. “We are never together anymore! If you are seeing someone else, then fucking tell me!” He mumbled some last words and the phone was hung up.She fell back into the chair and put her hands to her face. I think she was about to cry. “I can't take it anymore...” and yes, she started crying.I walked over to her and sat down on my knees. The pretty dress. I knew she was nervous about my size and her obvious soreness, but as she slid her skirt around her hips and bent over my bed I paid that no mind. She pleaded with me to go slow, so I spread her cheeks and dropped my face into her ass crack. Her butthole was very pink and red but still incredibly tight. I tasted the condom from earlier as my tongue tried to push it's way inside her, but she was too tight so I had to settle for slow deliberate circles around her tiny opening. I pulled my face. "Either way, there's still plenty of dick to around, I guess," she saidlaughing.But I didn't find it funny.* *It was Friday, the end of the week. Miss Gloria was late for work. Shewas in a hurry."Julie," she said. "I'm going to need your help today. I have twoemployees coming over for lunch. Could you make lunch? Nothing fancy.Sandwiches and salad. Iced tea. That sort of thing. Otherwise, we'llhave to go out, and that means crowds and waiting for our food."I was silent."Is that a problem?" She.